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rainbowfic2013-09-29 04:05 am
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2013-09-29 04:05 am
Stars and Stripes 13, Quill Grey 10: Close Call
Author: Kat
Title: Close Call
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Stars and stripes 13 (“Knock Knock. Who's there? The Truth. No joke.”), quill grey 10 (Ink and paper are sometimes passionate lovers, oftentimes brother and sister, and occasionally mortal enemies. - Terri Guillemets) with kana's paint-by-numbers (They say eyes are the windows of the soul. Some windows should never be opened)
Supplies and Materials: Charcoal (it's all about Yvonne), canvas, acrylic (Good evening...), glitter (lie), novelty beads (Haunted or hunted?), seed beads
Word Count: 361
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One of Yvonne's boyfriends on their relationship.
Warnings: there's implied sexual content, that's it.
Notes: Hurray for writing sprints! Three more to go before I'm done with Naturalism.
He met her in a bar. Of course he met her in a bar, he meets all his bad life choices in bars, but she was a particularly awful one.
Of course he didn't know that at the time. She wore a tight red dress, practically transparent, cut high at the skirt and low at the neckline, and half the guys in the bar were dying to see it on their bedroom floor, so when she smiled at him he thought he was the luckiest SOB in Kansas City. When she went home with him and practically fucked him through the mattress, he knew it.
He wasn't really sure when he started dating her; it just seemed to happen. She kept calling him, and showing up at the bar in those tight, tiny dresses. They'd go places together, eat dinner, end up back at his place and spend the night.
Once, at the end, he picked her up at her house and met her shy, dark-haired daughter. She seemed pleased that he asked about the kid, even more pleased when he mentioned that he'd always vaguely wanted a family and here was one ready made. He thought maybe.
After sex that night, he brought up her daughter again. He didn't remember why—asking if she had to be home for the kid or something stupid like that. Probably he meant to wheedle her into staying. But she turned just a bit, looked over the smooth line of her shoulder, and what he saw in her eyes...
He could never describe it, not then, and not afterwards. But it scared him so shitless he found himself shoved against the headboard, shaking. He blocked her number from his phone soon as she went home the next morning, and thanked all his lucky stars when she never tried to contact him again.
He thought about the daughter sometimes, when he was drinking and avoiding blonde women. What her life must be like. How hard it must be living with a mother with that in her eyes.
But hey, he'd only met the kid once. She was probably just like her mother.
Women always were.
Title: Close Call
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Stars and stripes 13 (“Knock Knock. Who's there? The Truth. No joke.”), quill grey 10 (Ink and paper are sometimes passionate lovers, oftentimes brother and sister, and occasionally mortal enemies. - Terri Guillemets) with kana's paint-by-numbers (They say eyes are the windows of the soul. Some windows should never be opened)
Supplies and Materials: Charcoal (it's all about Yvonne), canvas, acrylic (Good evening...), glitter (lie), novelty beads (Haunted or hunted?), seed beads
Word Count: 361
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One of Yvonne's boyfriends on their relationship.
Warnings: there's implied sexual content, that's it.
Notes: Hurray for writing sprints! Three more to go before I'm done with Naturalism.
He met her in a bar. Of course he met her in a bar, he meets all his bad life choices in bars, but she was a particularly awful one.
Of course he didn't know that at the time. She wore a tight red dress, practically transparent, cut high at the skirt and low at the neckline, and half the guys in the bar were dying to see it on their bedroom floor, so when she smiled at him he thought he was the luckiest SOB in Kansas City. When she went home with him and practically fucked him through the mattress, he knew it.
He wasn't really sure when he started dating her; it just seemed to happen. She kept calling him, and showing up at the bar in those tight, tiny dresses. They'd go places together, eat dinner, end up back at his place and spend the night.
Once, at the end, he picked her up at her house and met her shy, dark-haired daughter. She seemed pleased that he asked about the kid, even more pleased when he mentioned that he'd always vaguely wanted a family and here was one ready made. He thought maybe.
After sex that night, he brought up her daughter again. He didn't remember why—asking if she had to be home for the kid or something stupid like that. Probably he meant to wheedle her into staying. But she turned just a bit, looked over the smooth line of her shoulder, and what he saw in her eyes...
He could never describe it, not then, and not afterwards. But it scared him so shitless he found himself shoved against the headboard, shaking. He blocked her number from his phone soon as she went home the next morning, and thanked all his lucky stars when she never tried to contact him again.
He thought about the daughter sometimes, when he was drinking and avoiding blonde women. What her life must be like. How hard it must be living with a mother with that in her eyes.
But hey, he'd only met the kid once. She was probably just like her mother.
Women always were.
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This boyfriend dodged a bullet--a bullet in a pretty red dress, but a bullet all the same. He couldn't be any more wrong about Olivia, of course, but at the same time I think it can be all agreed that he needed less Yvonne.
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Also, I very much enjoyed how you managed to characterize the PoV here, even though he has no name or face. He still has a him and that's really cool!
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Someday I'm gonna do an AU with this guy and Olivia. But not yet.
Thank you!
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I think he's lucky to get away from her when he did...
I like how you wrote this! :-)
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